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“Can you walk? Run?” I asked.
Ramsay’s brows knitted together. “I don’t think so. Not as well as I should, if you’re thinking of escaping.”
I sighed. “Then I need more time. Right now I’m too tired.” I shook my hands, which felt limp. “The magic’s not coming.”
“That’s okay. Unless we’re getting shipped off to the butcher tomorrow, these people don’t seem like they’re in a big rush just yet. I think we must have a day or two to get our acts together.”
“Ha ha,” I said dryly.
He smiled, flashing his teeth. “You know, if Ihaveto be held hostage in enemy territory, I’m glad it’s with you, Mathe.”
I gave him an exhausted chuckle. “Me too.”
